“Out girls!” The heavyset man growled, starting down the row of cages, unlocking the doors with a big key ring. “Out and line up!” 

As she waited, curled up in her own, cramped cage, waiting for the man to get to her, Cindy found herself trembling with fright. She’d overheard the man, and one of the others, talking the day before, while a third led her and some of the other captives back from their brief exercise period in the dungeon’s small, open yard. 

“Got the last confirmations on who’s coming out. Looks like 15 or 20 buyers will be coming in person and twice that many will join in remotely.” 

“Good. This is one of the better collections of girls we’ve assembled. With enough buyers to bid the prices up, we’ll turn a good profit on this lot.” 

Cindy had suspected something like this was coming, ever since, three weeks before, she’d been jumped, walking back to her apartment after drinks with the girls. The men had grabbed the young woman, thrown her in the back of their van and driven her to this palace. After all, it wasn’t as if the 23 year old secretary had a rich family that could pay a ransom for her. Still, there was a difference between suspecting and hearing one’s captors casually discuss how, tomorrow, she and the rest of the kidnapped girls would be auctioned off as sex slaves. 

Not that there was much Cindy could do about it. Ever since her capture, the slavers had been thorough and ruthless in controlling their merchandise. Even locked in her cage, Cindy had her hands shackled behind her back and a set of short leg irons locked around her ankles, in addition to the thick leather collar around her neck and rubber ballgag strapped tight between her lips. The slaver carried a short cattle prod, hanging from his belt, so when he reached Cindy’s cage, opened the door and, with a brusque gesture, growled “Out!” all the terrified captive could do was obey, crawling through the small cage door and getting to her feet. 

Once out, Cindy fell in line with the rest of the captives, standing behind an auburn haired girl in her late teens. Cindy didn’t know the girl’s name or how she’d ended up with her or that of any of the other girls she’d shared this dungeon with for the last few weeks. The only times they were ungagged was when they were fed or when providing certain ‘services’ to their captors, and neither gave much chance for socializing. 

While the slaver continued uncaging girls, one of his coworkers, a short, weasel faced man, went down the line, attaching short chain leads between the girls’ collars, linking all of them in a long slave coffle. He also took the chance to paw at their naked bodies, chuckling with a wistful “shame to see a good set of tits like yours go…” When he passed Cindy, giving her girls a squeeze, she gave him a dirty look, but the gag kept her from saying anything in reply to his lewd comments. 

A few minutes later, with the last sobbing girl dragged out of her cage and chained to the line, the slavers got the women moving, chains rattling noisily as they shuffled down the line of cages to the door. First stop for them was a large shower room, walls and floor lined with tile, the latter sporting numerous drains. The girls were lined up against one long wall and one of their captors went down the line, unlocking one end of their handcuffs. They were immediately snapped shut again, this time with their hands in front of them. 

Another man passed out bottles of generic bodywash. Taking a couple hoses from the opposite wall and turning the handles on, they turned them on the girls, soaking them all over with icy water. Shivering, Cindy opened her bottle and began to wash up, as much as her shackles allowed. A minute later, the hoses were turned on again, rinsing off the suds which carried with it all the dirt and grime the captives had picked up during their weeks of imprisonment. 

This process was repeated with shampoo, then the girls were given small, scratchy towels to dry off and disposable plastic combs to fix up their hair. Then, the coffle was marched to the next room to be dressed for the auction. The outfits the girls would wear consisted of tight leather corsets, which accentuated their breasts without covering them in any way, dark, lacy stockings that reached the upper thigh and shiny black patent leather shoes with killer heels. Catching a glimpse of herself in a mirror on a nearby wall, Cindy almost felt more naked then she had before when all she had on was her restraints. 

The final piece of their outfits were the armbinders. They were black leather, to match the other parts of the outfit, with laces and shoulder straps. Cindy watched the girl in front of her be fitted into one, hearing the teen groan through her gag as the strings were yanked tighter by the slaver, crushing the girl’s arms behind her back. It looked quite uncomfortable, not that Cindy had much choice. She’d be wearing one whether she wanted to or not. 

After finishing with the auburn haired girl, it was Cindy’s turn next. While one of the slavers went to grab another armbinder from a trunk filled with them, another removed the girl’s handcuffs. He pulled her arms behind her back and held them there, palm to palm, until the first arrived. Holding the top of the binder open, the man began sliding it up Cindy’s arms, while the other guided them into the tight leather sleeve. 

At first, things weren’t too bad, but as her hands plunged deeper and deeper inside, it got tighter and more confining. She started to fidget, as it didn’t seem like they would fit, but the man kept on, ignoring the captive’s gag-muffled groans as her arms were forced closer and closer by the tight armbinder. The straps were pulled over her shoulders, to keep it from sliding down as they got to work on the laces. 

Cindy grunted sharply as one of the slavers hauled on the laces, tightening the armbinder suddenly. Her forearms were pressed up against each other, while further up, her elbows were forced closer and closer, until they almost touched. Involuntarily, Cindy arched her shoulders back to take some of the strain off. She couldn’t help but notice how this action had the side effect of causing her chest to thrust out, making her bare breasts stick up prominently and invitingly. 

The slavers binding Cindy finished, giving the laces one final tug which made her whimper, then knotted them off and tucked the free ends of the cords away. After double checking to make sure the whole length of the armbinder lay flush and tight against Cindy’s arms, they moved onto the next girl in line. Soon enough, all of the captives were secured and ready for the auction. 

The coffle was marched back up the corridor, past the cellblock they’d come from and into a dark waiting room. The only thing in it were two long benches, which the girls were ordered to sit down on, the coffle being split in two sections. While two of the men remained, keeping watch over the captive girls, the third disappeared through a door opposite the one they’d entered through. The group waited half an hour, then an hour, then an hour and a half. The two slavers chatted amongst themselves, no longer bothering to hide what was coming as they discussed how much this girl or that might fetch and where they were likely to end up sold off to. Cindy did her best not to listen, but inside she was full of dread for what was coming, when she would be exposed to a crowd of bidders and auctioned off as a slave. 

Finally, the third man stuck his head back in the room and nodded. Acting on that signal, one of the other men went to the first girl in line, a short, sandy haired young woman. She was unfastened from the rest of the group. Ordering her to her feet, the man turned and started towards the door, giving her chain a sharp tug. Head bowed, she tottered to the door on her heels, disappearing through it. 

Ten minutes later, the man returned, the sandy haired girl nowhere to be seen. By the time he’d crossed the room to the first bench, his buddy had already gotten the second girl, a tall, raven haired beauty, to her feet. The first man took her leash and, without stopping, turned back the way he’d come, dragging his captive along with him. Again, he was gone five, ten minutes before returning for the next girl to be sold. 

All too soon, Cindy found herself at the front of the line. Her heart raced as the auburn haired teen shuffled off to be sold, knowing it would be her turn next. The next few minutes stretched out forever, but eventually the slaver was standing in front of her, unlocking the chain connecting her to the girl behind her. 

“On your feet, girl.” He ordered, gruffly. “You’re next.” 

As he said this, his buddy came by and grabbed the lead. With nothing but a quick glance at Cindy, the slaver turned and walked to the door once more. Somehow, the young woman got her own feet moving, to keep from being pulled over and dragged the whole way to the door. In a dozen short, mincing steps, all she could manage between the heels and ankle fetters, she was at the door and led through it. 

On the other side, Cindy passed through a set of stage curtains and found herself on a small stage, standing under bright spotlights. Through their glare, she saw the indistinct shapes of an audience, about a dozen and a half altogether. The young woman was brought to a half at the front of the stage. She was painfully aware of the eyes of all in the audience examining her naked body. With her arms trapped in the tight armbinder, she couldn’t cover herself and was forced by its strictures to thrust her chest out for the benefit of the crowd. 

Overwhelmed by it all, Cindy hardly noticed as the auctioneer started the bidding. The shadows out in the audience moved, raising hands to bid. Other bids came in over the internet, people all over the world seeing her, naked and bound, up for sale and clicking to bid for a chance to own the terrified young woman. 

All of a sudden, it was over. The slaver serving as auctioneer cried “Sold!” Cindy gaped. It was over already? The auction had gone by so fast. She’d hardly had time to process the fact that, as of now, she was someone’s property, when there was a sharp tug at her collar. One of the men had come to lead her off stage. Glumly, she shuffled off to meet her new owner. Behind, the door opened and the next terrified girl was dragged out to the stage, so the bidding could begin again…